I began writing this a couple of months ago. Each day, I feel increasingly certain lasting change begins and ends with me. I am unsure what that will mean, but am more able to hold the tension in the uncertainty that surrounds that certainty. This is the paradox of life.
I change–
Proceed patiently,
Wisely,
Prudently,
Trust new road signs
Set aside vanity,
Proceed without ego
One that demands others change
And the me remains unchanged.
Real change–
Change of substance–
Feels glacial,
Is worthwhile,
Invites me on the journey
Casts a new light
Softly, oh so gently
Shines outwards.
Be present in each moment.
What I seek finds me–
No search required;
Sit and await its arrival–
It will be on time
Cease the chase,
The hunt concludes–
Rest in this moment
Only its reality exists.
ivonprefontaine
Change is so diffucult for me. I much prefer as noted in your poem to let any change peacefully evolve.
I am finding that it works better for me to let it evolve and emerge more gently.
Well. Let the change evolve peacefully. Any one aspires so.
I am try each day to move in that direction.
I can see why this took you a while to think out. You have a lot of good things in here, from living in the present moment to how slowly it feels like changes happen.
Nancy
Thank you Nancy.
A series of tiny changes add up to a gigantic change.
Thich Nhat Hanh wrote that transformation is incremental, requires great patience, and when it arrives it substantial.
I really like this one, Ivon.
Russ